One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Demands

Look, I can appreciate a well-spun tale of woe. If you really put some effort into it, mention all the right things, shed a tear or two and cleverly zero in on a single complaint we might reward your effort with a work up and a single dose of that D medicine before booting you out. CYA medicine at it's best, y'all.

But if you list eleven chief complaints, and one of those is literally "I want some dalaudah or I'll sue," well....

I'm still quaking in fear over whether or not she's gonna get my license revoked as threatened when security escorted her off the premises.

So this one time I made a blogfriend who also likes beer, youtube videos of kittehs, facial hair, and the F word. Now Hood Nurse is a guest blogger on here! The internetz are funny like that sometimes.

140 characters of snark

DISCLAIMER

HIPAA. Trust and believe, these stories are halfway made-up and halfway made up of lots of other stories. I will protect patient privacy like it's my job. Because it is.

Most of the photos showing mundane things are ones I took. If not, they're from google search. Ain't no real patient pictures up here, folks.

While I appreciate those reading the blog, I don't advertise for any website. I can only be responsible for my own opinion, and thus politely decline any offer to "host a post" or otherwise advertise something not written by me...But thanks anyway!